Teacher!Germany x Student!Reader Chapter 1 "Guten morgen student! I'm your new german teacher, Ludvig Beilschmidt and I will hope you had learned the Germany anthem as your retired teacher, Mr. Lennon, had asked you to do." Ludwig said in a confident voice. Everyone gave a groan except you, you were german and your grandfather taught you the german anthem which was fun. You would gladly raise your hand but you were too scared, so...as time went on; so did the misrable attempts to accomplish this anthem. 20 mintues wasted as the bell rang. The teacher seemed pretty mad about this, so you decided to go talk to him and show him what a true german was about.More Like This
"Um... Mr.Beilschmidt?I would like to talk to you about today's class. I know I should have raised my hand but I was too shy and I have stage fright. So, if its ok with you, may I sing the Germany Anthem?" You asked in a small voice, Ludwig was blushing a little and he nodded.
"Ja, go on ms...._______?" He asked for your name and you nodded, you coughed a l
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I went back to my problematic being after that incident in the forest. I just didn't refuse to do my push ups because I didn't want to end up in the same situation, revealing a little bit of myself to him.
I was still slacking horribly though and he screamed his lounges out at me every single time. By the end of the day his throat was worn out and there was no longer the same sound volume left in him. I liked that. He wanted to break me but I broke him just a little every day.
One night I had trouble sleeping though. I twisted and turned in my bed and feeling how I got more annoyed by the minute. Then Carly peeked down with a tired face.
"Stay still, I'm trying to sleep up here!"
"Sorry, I can't sleep" I whispered annoyed.
She had been my rock the last week, slacked with me and taken punishments with me, but truth be told: I don't think she did it to support me as much as she did it to tease Beilschmidt!
"You know... I think you need to let out some anger and I know just the place wher
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Your parents then looked at the both of you and asked "What is going on?!" Alfred walked over to you and gripped your shoulders in a tight hug and replied "[y/n], me, and a buddy of ours are going on a date". They were confounded at what they were hearing but shrugged it off and set the date.
'Oh dear lord, what have I gotten myself into?'
And it continues … again ….
Soon, Saturday came in the blink of an eye! You were nervous considering you've never been on a "real" date before. You went out with some friends that were guys in the past but there was never anything serious.
You decided to set your alarm at 6am since you figured it was a "date" you could at least attempt to look nice. You pulled out the last dress you had (since you only owned 2 and already wore the other one). It was a nice simple dress, that buttoned up from the waist to the hem of the collar. The dress was white
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'What is he blushing for? Also, his face is like a bright tomato...' You were curious enough to stare at him.
"W-Why are you looking...?" he stuttered nervously.
"Nevermind. Let's go back to work."
Later after that, Arthur arrived at the photo shoot. He was all set, there's no need for him to do make up or any outfit changes, he was already look that good. Your eyes had been stuck on him while making different poses. Arthur CAN be hot too.
"Hello __~" Arthur greeted you cheerfully.
"Hi." you said.
"Are you tired?" Arthur questioned.
"I see, good to hear." thus, he smiled.
'Ah, so cheesy!!! It gives me goosebumps!!!' Alfred got irritated again. Sceneries kept happening like that in the set, it was driving Alfred mad. He was doing his work by himself while you were working with Arthur on the other side. His close photographer-friend asked him why Alfred's eyes were glued on the two and growing some sort of "Russian aura." He wanted to say the truth yet
Kidnapped? (EnglandxReader - Lemon) ~Chapter 2~.........................................This pisses me off. Why didn't I save this! I lost what I typed.... Now I must rewrite it... T.TMore Like This
You sigh in defeat as you slump backward into the chair. These thoughts were running through your head and it was annoying you like hell.
"I've always wanted you *name*."
Just that one line made your face heat up like a cherry. You tilted your head to the side to cover it, but it was no use. You hear England speak quietly, "Heh. *Name*, don't hide your blush from me. It is only me of course." He then starts laughing lowly.
Who was this man? Where was the gentleman that you once knew? The England who loved drinking tea with you, or reading to you. The man who always somehow set the kitchen on fire? That man was now replaced by a 'France' in disguise. England was now slightly perverted sounding. Especially since you were chained to a chair. He probably thought it was kinky or some bullshit.
Just has you were thinking theses thoughts, you we
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Can I have some comments people? *cricket sounds* Oh well worth a try >.
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"No!" you cry as you bolt upright from your bed. You look at the clock on your bedside table and notice that it's 4:38 AM. "Just a dream," you say and sigh in relief. You wipe the sheen of cold sweat from your forehead. You dreamt that Feli, your best friend, had gone into a mysterious mansion with your other friends and had encountered an extremely hostile monster that trapped them in there. It was a part of a recurring dream: you had had it several times, each being a different point in time. All of them were in that mansion. This time your point of view was directly behind Feli. You were forced to watch as your friends all died before your eyes. Towards the end of the dream, you could feel Feli's desperation to protect them and his despair at not being able to. He was utterly alone, and that's when the monster struck. It raised its nasty, hairless arm and slashed downwards toward Feli. You ran towards him screaming, and that's when you woke up. One of the things that really sticks i
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Soon enough it was around ten o'clock, and I had found myself bored to death. I wasn't even in the mood to watch any more TV… I didn't really want to from the start. My mind was completely set on the whole 'hand-cuffed-with-my-crush' thing. I sighed out loudly.
"(name), sorry about that… Would you like to take a walk?"
"Wha- but… that's just embarrassing!"
"It'll be fine, just trust me, won't you?"
I let my eyes wander off to the blank walls of the room, but from the corner of my eye, I can see Arthur putting on a serious face. Surprised, I gaze into Arthur's eyes, and he remains still and silent. His eyes were green. Green like a tropical forest in utopia. Or maybe the green from a familiar fairytale I heard long ago about the Wizard of Oz… Either way, his eyes just mesmerize me, and as soon as his eyes lock onto yours, you can't simply look away.
"I suppose… Yeah, why not?"
England x Blind!Sick!Reader - Rain - Final Arthur sat in his study, head rested on the desk. There was no hope. The doctor's couldn't help. He looked up at his tea cup blankly and stirred the spoon around. You were already in bed. Have been for a couple hours.More Like This
The Brit sat up straight and began to dig furiously through his drawers when he pulled out an old, worn out leather book. It was his old Dark Magic book full of healing spells and such. He thumbed through the pages, eyes scanning for key words. He finally stopped, and read furiously down the page. He found it. The cure. He would have jumped up and danced around in joy if he weren't a gentleman.
"Mint!" he called out excitedly. The odd green mammal appeared in fron of him.
"Look! I can save her!" Arthur held up the book, smiling ear to ear. "I can save ________! She won't be blind or sick anymore! Why didn't I think of this before?!"
Mint bunny scanned the page, then looked up sadly at Arthur, "Her memory will be wiped. The spell
England x Reader - Arcades (Request)"…Why did you guys drag me here again?" you asked your friends, tapping your foot impatiently against the floor.More Like This
"Because we needed someone to keep track of the scores so the loser has to treat us to dinner later." replied (Friend 1), still pressing buttons on her controller, not even looking away from the screen for one second.
"Even so, why me? You know I hate arcades." you continued complaining, very unsatisfied with their answer.
"Cuz' everyone one else was busy." said (Friend 2), somehow able to play with one hand and eat chips with the other at the same time.
"There's nothing for me to do here though…"
"Here (Name), you can play too. There's room for one more player." (Friend 3) called out.
"…Nevermind, I'll just watch." you replied, while your friends kept on screaming "Die alien, die!"
"Oh yeah dude! I win again!" you heard from behind you.
'Ugh, and this is why I hate arcades, everything's too loud!' you thought exasperatedly, but decided to see who was yelling anyway, not eve
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"I-I'm sorry!" A [h/c] haired girl yelled.
"[Name] do you know how long it took me to get enough money to buy this!?" He yelled, holding up his laptop.
"N-no....but I said I was sorry! It was an accident!" You yelled back.
"How the bloody hell do you accidentally break a laptop screen!?"
"B-But I was us-"
Arthur sighed and started rubbing the bridge of his nose.
"You know what, [Name]? Maybe you should just go home."
He glared at you.
"I said go!"
You stepped back with wide eyes as you stared at him in shock.
You stomped to his door.
You turned around towards him with tears streaming down your face.
He looked at you with wide eyes.
"Don't ever call me! Don't talk to me anymore, you stupid asshole! I hate you!" You yelled as you slammed the door.
Arthur put his hands in front of his face and fell to the floor.
"What have I done?"
The next morning you woke up with tear stains on your face.
You went to look in
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Do you know how many times she’s had a deathly prayer?
They laugh at what she wears
Do you know how many times she’s thrown herself down the stairs?
Now she lays in her bed
Hitting her head
The shining moonlight through her window shines off of her tears
As she bleeds out her own worst fears
Because of you guys, laughing on the ground
The girl is six feet under-ground
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"Damn tomato bastard". I grumble as I walk away from Spain's house, I saw him with a girl. 'so what its not like I care ..... Right'. I think and shake my head and head over to my house. I open the door and close it when I'm inside, I go upstairs and get on my bed. 'Why do I keep thinking of him .... I must be sick'. I think before falling asleep. I feel something on my lips, I open my eyes and see Spain. I jump back and yell. "WHAT THE FUCK". I look at him and he just smiles. "awww you think I didn't see you mad when you saw me with that girl". He says in a sing-song tune. I groan and put my face in my pillow. I hear him chuckle and pet my head. "It's ok I like you to". He whispers in my ear. "WHO SAID THAT I LIKE YOU". I yell looking at him. "You did, you know it's cute when you talk in your sleep". He says and I let out some curse. He chuckles and kisses me again, I was shocked at first, but soon kiss back. He deepens the kiss by holding on to the back of my head w
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(YURI (FEMALE X FEMALE)
You are [Name] Wang, China's little sister and Beijing the capital of China. Your a sweet girl and everyone seems to like you ever since China let you meet everyone, you started coming to world meetings and you befriended the Axis, which liked you very much.
I sighed and got out of bed another world meeting was going to be happening and this time in Beijing which means I HAVE to be there. I crack my back and arms and smile after (Who wouldn't I love it when I do that after words it feels awesome). I walk into the bathroom and turn the tub on and then go to pick my clothes out, I grab a tank top with/thats [Color/Print] and black shorts. I walk back into the bathroom and take my clothes off and get in the tub and stop the water and lean back and sigh, Damn it felt good.
I get out and put my clothes on and then walk back into my room and dry my hair with a towel, I then started my workout. After I finish I run downstairs past my brothers
Prostitue!AmericaxRunaway!Reader: Secret girl pt3A/n: sorry i have been mia, ive been mad busy and im failing math, again, so i have been busy studying and barley getting any writing done, mainly b/c my dad gives me an hour on the comp and in the hour i use up all my time doing math things, including test that last over an hour.More Like This
Walking out the door you wondered what you would see and what you would experience. Now this wasn't the smartest idea it was still pretty late but in a place like this it didn't matter, everyone was wide awake.
Rubbing your eyes you met the blue ones from before, the one's behind the thick black rimmed glasses.
"Hey your the homestuck girl right?" He asked making his way up to you.
"Yup." You nodded smiling. Damn did he look like Egbert,"Hey, not to sound weird but you look a lot like-"
"John Egbert, Yeah I know," He laughed."Names exactly that to."
"Nice, I'm (y/n)." You gave him a cheeky gr
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“Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.”
― Martin Luther King Jr., A Testament of Hope: The Essential Writings and Speeches
You ran. Not caring where, how fast you were going or what you bumped into.
You just ran.
"And stay up there you little bitch!" your drunken father shouted while slamming your bedroom door. You hated him. He hut you and your mother whenever he was drunk. And when he wasn't, he would ignore you both. Your mother always tried to protect you, but he was too strong.
You could hear your mother. She was crying and telling him to leave you alone. You heard her crying in pain as he hit her too. You threw your little fist against the hardwood door and shouted at him. You listen
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You smiled contently. You were leaning against a tall tree enjoying its shade, and reading your favorite book. It was lunch time at your high school and you were taking advantage of your alone time. You weren’t unsocial or anything, you just didn’t really like to be surrounded by people 24/7. You had a few friends and they understood your need for solitude at times.
“Excuse me,” a voice said in front of you.
Startled, you looked up. Standing before you was Alfred F. Jones. He was probably one of the loudest boys you had ever met. He was incredibly popular; a self-proclaimed hero who always wore a grin and looked like he had stepped out of a modeling magazine.
“Did it hurt?” he asked, cocking his head to the side.
“Did what hurt?” you asked, mildly irritated.
He gave a cheesy grin and stuck his hands in his pockets.
“Oh, you know, when you fell from heaven,” he smiled.
You blinked. He grinned. You blinked again. He was an idiot
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"Come on ______! You have never been on a date with ANYONE from our school, just do it once pleaaasssseeee" your friend whined at you as you two walked to lunch."Well that is because no one fits my standards here,every guy here is just so, borrring" you huffed at your pleading friend, it was true, the guys at your school were just carbon copies of one another and it was just boring. Besides you didn't need a guy right now, guys had a tendency to bore you with they're utterly predictable nature and inability to have a intelligent conversation without adding sex to it.
High school guys were just boring, and unappealing to you in general, you promised yourself you would never settle for anything that was even remotely like them.Your friend kept persisting that you needed to have a love life but you always deflected and hid behind your studies, fan fiction, or anime not really caring for a boyfriend if this was the selection you had. It's not like you were a loner or nerd, it was just that
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"Dude, _________, like, head up!" Mr.Jones laughed, tapping the back of my head. My head shot up, well, at least he was nice about it.
"_________, would you like, see me after class? I needa talk to ya!"
"Y-yes sir." I nodded, folding my hands in my lap. He was a young teacher, and a lot of female students, and some male student as well, thought he was hot. Don't get me wrong, he was freakin' adorable, but...he was a teacher!
"So, _________, do you know why I asked you to stay?"
"Well, like, your grades are totally sucking dude!" He threw his arms up, showing me a folder of my last several tests. "You went from being like, my best student, to my very worst! Why? What happened?"
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This is just part one and I hope yall enjoy D
You sat there alone in the park on the swing, the one next to you empty. You sighed rocking back and forth. The tip of your shoes controlling the swings movements.
As the freezing air of night began to pick you jumped off the swing. Pieces of your hair hit your cold dirty face.
Stuffing your hands in your pockets you walked towards the entrance of the park. You knew that about this time of the night was when all the creeps came out. Sometimes though you would end up staying the night with one, but never really doing anything. You may be a runaway and desperate for a place to stay and all the essentials but you werent ready for that life yet.
Walking out of there and down the street you saw a man with blonde hair, bushy brows and a pimp cain. You rolled your eyes as he made his way
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Tears escaped your eyes as you began running, any direction would suffice, it didn't matter. You ran and ran until your legs collapsed underneath you. Curling up, you began sobbing in fear. Bears. Raccoons. Possums. Mice. All these creatures would be coming out soon enough.
Looking towards the sky, you noticed it had gotten visibly darker, making you cringe in fear. For hours, you cried silently in fear until your body demanded rest, your eyes shutting.
Alfred heard some odd noise nearby his abandoned home in the woods. He looked out beyond some brush to find you asleep on the ground, whimpering in fear.
His blue eyes darted before he slithered closer, looking at you pathetically cry on the ground in your sleep. He allowed his hands to caress your s
AmericaXxXxSick!Reader"Alright, class. Today we are reading in-"More Like This
"-our books. So turn to page-"
"-314 and begin reading the fourth-"
"paragraph. Then write a sum-"
The teacher slammed her hands down on her desk.
"Miss [L/n]! If you do not wish to pay attention in my class, you should just leave. You can easily go to the principal's office!" She yelled.
"I could eabily go do da durse's office, doo." You replied as you sniffed.
The teacher's ees softened as she saw your red face and slightly runny nose.
"Miss [L/n], if you could tone it down that would be nice."
"Des, ma'am." You said as you sniffed again.
On side of you sat your best friend/crush Alfred Jones, who was looking at you with concern.
"Are you okay, [Nickname]?" He asked.
You looked over at him and smiled as ou started coughing.
"Y-yeah. I'b fine." You answered.
"I hope you are..." He mumbled.
Mr. Starks looked at you.
"Miss [L/n], would you like to go to the nurse's office?" He aske
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You snuggled closer to your boyfriend, Burying your face on his chest. You let out a happy sigh as he stroked your hair "Good morning Alfie" You say softly, Looking up to meet his stunning blue eyes. "Morning (Nickname)." he says sleepily as he closes his eyes once again "Wake up. We have a meeting today. "The hero doesn't want to stand up" "Me neither. But we have to stand up.. I'll take a shower first." You prop your weight into your elbow, only to see him stare at your chest. You look down, seeing you had no clothes. You blush softly at the actions that happened last night; making Alfred chuckle "A few more minutes wont hurt" He grabs your wrist and pulls you down making you let out a relaxed sigh as your head fell into the soft pillows.
After 20 minutes of snuggling with Alfred you looked at the time "Alfred! If we don't go you're going to be late! I mean- We!" You quickly stand up, getting your towel and hitting the shower. You were in the middle of washing your hair, You feel a p
America X Reader: I Love You Because...You first met Alfred F. Jones in a club. He'd had a rough day and was now just looking for some good fun, a good buzz, and a quick lay. He spotted you on the dance floor among the throng of gyrating, sweaty bodies, your more than a little naughty moves catching his eye. He guessed by your dancing that you were easy, but upon introductions he discovered your perky, good-girl demeanor. He, of course, was disappointed. Confused by his sudden change in mood, you asked about his sudden change in attitude, and he was surprisingly honest.More Like This
"Don't take this the wrong way, _______, but I honestly thought you'd be an easy screw." As he turned to walk away you put your hand on his shoulder, leaned in close on your tippy-toes, your voice switching from bubbly to silky.
"What makes you so sure I'm not?" With that he turned and grabbed your hand, and before you knew it you were off to his place. He then found out you were a virgin. When he asked why you had lied - even though you technically didn't -
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Please, before you read please read this first: http://thelosthype.deviantart.com/art/APH-Morning-Pick-Me-Up-pg1-382084498 (It is awesome!!!!) This is a fan made sequel and I’m not going to reference to the fan made prequels so yeah, enjoy!
Without a cure
“Alfred! Where are you? I need to talk to you.” Matthew closed the door behind him and his guest. “Alfred?”
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” there was a girlish scream in the room one over.
“Alfred!” Matthew rushed over and swung the door open, his guest in tow.
“IT’S SO SCARY!” Alfred was cuddling a pillow while watching a scary monster movie.
“Really… you do realize you’re a vampire right?” Matthew face palmed.
“Dude, who’s the chick?” Alfred pointed to the girl standing behind Matthew. She had (h/l) (h/c) and (e/c) orbs that stared at him.
“This is (y/n). (f/n)(l/n). She
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America x Reader
You plopped down on your couch. You were holding a shampoo bottle in your right hand, and you flicked the cap open with your thumb. You brought it up to your nose, and inhaled the aroma of the liquid inside. You smile. It was a delightful smell. 'Jasmine..' You inhale more of the soft and delicate aroma.
Nobody, and you mean NOBODY, knew about your obsession with shampoo. Not with the shampoo itself, but with the smell. You have whole boxes of different-smelling ones under your bed. Everyday during your freetime, you'd take a bottle from a box, and inhale it for hours. You didn't know if it was bad for your health, but you didn't care. Today, you were sniffing at an Oscar Blandi Jasmine Shampoo.
You never use your shampoo collection for your hair, though. You used them strictly for smelling. Your current favorite was the L'Oreal Blueberry Smoothie shampoo for kids. For your hair, you use the Head an
Chubby!AmericaXReader- Football PlayerAlfred wasn't the star of the football team, but he was pretty important. He was a big guy; 6'3" and 375 pounds of muscle and fat. He hated the tight pants he was required to wear, but loved the game. He was also dating the bitchiest cheerleader in the school; (name)'s mortal enemy.More Like This
She wanted him to work out more to lose the flab. His girlfriend would rather have more muscle than fat. She hated fat.
(Name) loved Alfred the way he was. She liked his chubbiness and couldn't keep her eyes off of his plump rear in those football pants.
It was another Friday night that he was playing. Alfred was a defensive lineman. All he had to make sure that his opponent didn't make it through.
And it was even better that the rival was only 5'6" and a 130 pounds. Alfred smiled as he flung his girth and knocked him over without trying. He tackled the muscular quarterback in the blink of an eye.
The game was almost too easy for Alfred's team to win. He looked over at his girlfriend and she didn't look hap
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I Don't Speak
"There she goes again..." I heard someone say.
"How come she doesn't talk anymore?" I heard another.
"I think I remembered something happened back in junior high."
"She use to be so much fun and loud before..."
"Yeah... a great dancer and singer too," someone replied.
Just get to class... don't say anything... I thought.
I know everyone never hears me talk anymore, some know my motives and reasons... others don't. I hurried into class and was the first one there, great... now everyone will come in and some will try to get some answers. Like I wanna talk. Do you know what happened the last times I opened my mouth!? It's always terrible.
I watched as the students came in. I sighed when I watched the Allies, the Axis, and some of the Awesome trio pile into the classroom at once.
"Class we are now switching seats today," our teacher said as she walked into the room.
I heard groans and cheers through the classroom. Mrs. (teacher's name) sa
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"I can't think of anything right now," you responded, shaking your head. Alfred walked over to you and bent at the waist to give you a kiss. He pulled away and headed out.
"Kay, babe. Call me if you think of something." You made a noise of acknowledgement as you heard the front door close. You waited a few minutes before bolting upstairs to the bedroom you both shared. After rifling through your dresser, you pulled out a small package and rushed into the bathroom, locking the door behind you.
In your trembling hands you held a box of pregnancy tests. As happy as you would be to have a child with Alfred, you two had never discussed children, so you weren't sure if he'd be happy if you ended up being pregnant.
As you got one of the sticks out, you couldn't help but feel glad that Alfred wasn't always the sharpest tool in the shed. You'd been feelin
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"It's almost time for the new year folks. Just a few more hours to go. Are you excited?"
"No." You mumbled to no one, but you TV, making yourself comfortable on you couch.
You glanced at the digital clock besides your TV, it read 7:00 pm. You sighed, you always hated the holidays since the year you turned fifteen. You never fully understood the situation, but that exact same year your parents quit all communication with each other. They still lived in the same house, but the experience was similar to sharing a home with some angry housemates who not so much even glanced at each other. Whenever they wanted something from the other they would send you around like a personal little mailman. Sending you back and forth for the stupidest things. They would often get mad at each other, but guess who took the blame? Yes, dear reader you took the blame whenever you parents got mad. You often thought it would just be better for them to
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America X Reader: Much Different in Person
“Alfred… are you okay?”
You looked to your super famous country boyfriend with a look of concern as he took a can of coke to his mouth and sighed. “Yeah. It’s just been a long day.”
“Did you want to me to run to McDonald’s or something?”
“Sure I guess.” He paused as he saw you grab the keys to your car. “Thank you”, he said rather childishly. You smiled back and went to your car with guilt filling up every inch of your heart.
On YouTube, TV, Deviantart, and even fanfiction.net, news of the Hetalia nations were widespread. From their daring personalities to their simple means of racial foolery, you and everyone who watched was hooked. Your biggest crush was Alfred F. Jones, known as America. From the way he acted on TV you were certainly convinced that he was the United States. Unfortunately, as you began dating the guy who at first turned on the ladies charm
Chubby!AmericaXReader- SantaAlfred stopped believing in Santa when he was 10 years old. How did he let this happen?! The guy on his roof wasn't supposed to be here! Who the hell was this man?! Him and his wife (name) came out from their home to see what was going on.More Like This
Alfred came out after her with his pistol locked and loaded. "Hey! Who the hell are you?!" The man on the roof began to panick. And before he could say anything, Alfred shot him.
The man went down to the snow on their front lawn. "Alfred how could you?" (Name) panicked and ran up to the man that had fallen. She immediately recognized him as Santa. "You killed Santa, Alfred!"
"Uh, sorry to burst your bubble, but there is no Santa. This guy is some asshole who was trying to break in!" He went over to the body...and it had vanished.
"Of course there is Alfred." She said and kept looking for the body. Ever since that day he stopped believing in Santa, he was much more serious and not as childlike like he was before. Alfred grew up and just didn't have th
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You and Alfred were close. He made you feel happy even in the worst of times. His smile was contagious and fun seemed to follow him everywhere.
You were in love with his country, and would frequently visit at particular parts of the year, running around with a camera and taking silly photos. Each one held important memories that you fondly looked back on.
Often during winter he would invite you to stay in the north with him. You would bundle up for the cold weather, packing on your snow boots and heavy coats. You would snuggle up together by the fire, sipping your hot coco slowly, trying not to burn your tongue. He would throw snowballs at you, which frequently ended with you being the victor of the fight. Together you built impressive snowmen and forts, which somehow always ended up always being crushed.
In the summer you would visit the south where it was particularly hot, peeling off your winter clothes and slipping into bathing suits and tank tops. Th
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You held your floppy hat on your head with one hand as your hair danced and your sundress fluttered in the warm breeze. The sand was soft and warm under your feet and between your toes, and the waves rolled up serenely onto the beach. You were fooling around taking a stroll down the beach, throwing your weight from side to side while you walked and still trying to place your feet in front of the other to leave neat footprints in the sand.
You were waiting for tomorrow. You were so impatient, but nothing could be done about it. Tomorrow would be the day where you would have to go back to the crowded airport you arrived at days earlier to pick up your longtime boyfriend, Alfred F. Jones. Yes, he insisted on the F. You were really excited because he was often away on business, and even when he wasn't he lived far away. Of course, his business wasn't all that typical, and he was not a normal man. But you couldn't tell anyone about it, and you
AmericaXReader- Captain America and GingerbreadThe scent of gingerbread and peppermint wafted through the air of the house, along with the slight smell of beer as well. People crowded in the living room as well as the kitchen, couples hanging around the fireplace, some leaning against the walls of the long, large hallways as the party continued on.More Like This
Despite all the excitement going on inside, Alfred was standing outside at the front porch of his house, leaning against the wooden railing of the large house, a steaming mug of cocoa in his hands, settled carefully on the wooden beam as he stared off into the distance. Although it was his own party, and it was rather right in the middle of all its excitement for the holidays, he wasn't interested at the moment. He hung out front, huddled up in his large jacket, followed by a cozy scarf wrapped comfortably around his neck, quietly sipping his hot beverage.
Why was he waiting outside while everyone else was inside the warmth of the house, having fun, drinking, or even just enjoying the pa
America x Reader ~ Late Night VisitorYou were asleep in your bed, comfortable as can be. The covers were warm, your pillows were soft. There you were curled into a peaceful ball in your bed when you were suddenly harshly woken up by a very loud banging on your front door.More Like This
Grumbling, you forced yourself out of your bed and groggily made your way towards the constant banging. You were still grumbling when you opened the door to see the large nation of America standing at your doorway. He was sobbing while hugging onto his pillow.
"Dude, (Country Name), I watched this scary movie at Japan's place earlier today and now I swear I can hear noises in my house! And Britain won't let me stay with him tonight! (Country Name) you have to let me in!" He said quickly.
You glared at him and said "America, it is 3 AM. What were you doing up this late anyways? Don't you know we have to go to a meeting in the morning? That is probably why England didn't let you stay. If you were asleep like a normal person should be, then you wouldn't be
~Fem!America x Reader~ Christmas Present *YURI!*Christmas Time. Wasn't it great? Snow covering the streets, happy couples ice skating, young ones counting down the days. It was just....magical. But the only bad part about it was that every single store would be packed. And not to mention, Emily was a family person, so she was always busting her ass, making sure everyone got what they wanted. Every single time you tried to buy a gift for her, you ran into her at the same store. She was RELENTLESS! Sure, she meant well, and sure, she was your best friend, but she was going to ruin her own Christmas! But, this gave you an idea.More Like This
So here you were now, waiting outside of Kohls, slowly becoming an ice cube. "Yoo-hooooo! [Name]!" You turned your head, then straightened yourself up. Here she was, just as planned. "So, whatcha call me here for? Was it those boots I saw you eyeing the other day?" She smirked. You blushed then shook your head. You really, really liked Emily. She was nice, funny, and very attractive. But she was just your best f
Eye Candy: AmericaXReader"Are you okay, sweetie?" Mrs. Jones asked, "Do you want to talk about it?"More Like This
You bowed your head. You had been watching Alfred chop wood outside the window. She couldn't meet Mrs. Jones's eyes. How on earth do you go about telling another woman you were just ogling her son? It wouldn't go over well. You were starting to think deeply about your own family. Alfred's was tighter knit than yours. The woman in front you could be pushy but she wasn't demanding. Mrs. Jones expected honesty and hard work, but respected distance and personal issues. She hadn't forced you to talk at all that summer but she had put you and Alfred's other friends to work on the farm, probably taking advantage of having extra hands.
"I think… I'll go help Alfred chop some firewood…" you said evasively.
You walked out the door without another word. Alfred grinned and waved you over the moment he saw you. There was a second axe sitting by a stump at his side. You grabbed the second axe.
AmericaxReader- When the Angels Raise their Voices"Amazing Grace. How sweet the sound," you move your lips to the sorrowful strains of the song, no sound escaping your lips. "That saved a wretch like me." Tears fill your eyes.More Like This
'This is wrong.' You think, your mind flashing back….
"Oh, say! Can you see by the dawn's early light
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming;
Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight!" sang a bawdy voice from outside the sick tents. You rose from your kneeling position by one of the cots and marched outside.
"For heaven's sake, what's all this racket?!" You demanded of the singer.
"I am just encouraging my men, ma'am." The figure grinned at you, blue eyes twinkling. He attempted to smooth down the ridiculous cowlick in his light brown hair. "I was just thinkin' that maybe my amazing voice might encourage them to get out of bed and back on the battlefield."
"These men are ill, sir. They need rest, not encouragement."
"You mean it should be quiet when they die." He st
AmericaXReader : One of the BoysYou took a deep breath as you prepared to walk through the door. "Here goes nothing." Was your last thought as pushed open the double doors to the High School .More Like This
All your life you were never described by the people around you as anything but tom boyish. And in all honesty, you were never really much of the typical girl. When your parents asked you if you wanted to be a ballerina you said no and told them you wanted to play guitar. When your mother wanted to go and get your nails done, you said no and ran outside to play baseball with your friends. Even when you were little you preferred to wrestle with your friends and play cowboys and Indians rather than sit around with Barbie dolls. All your friends were even guys, you got along better with them then you did with girls. But then there was, that one friend. Your best friend.
Alfred F. Jones had been your best friend since early childhood. He lived right at the end of the street and he had been ever since you first met. You t
AmericaxReader: Cheer Up!More Like This
Whoo! First request out of like...30 something done! Hahaha...haha...ha... //sob.
STARTS OFF WITH YOUR POV
"Yes. I don't understand what's wrong with him. He's just been so...down lately. I'm really worried about him (friend's name)....What?...Why would I do that?...I-I do not! Shut up!....Listen. I gotta go. I'll see you, whenever. Kay. Alright. Bye." I hung up my phone with a heavy sigh. I looked over my shoulder to see my best friend sitting on his couch. His glasses were nearly falling off his nose and his usual bright blue eyes were dull with sadness. His arms were holding his knees up to his chest and his chin rested atop them.
"Alfred..." I said.
He looked up at me hesitantly for a split second from the corner of his eye before turning back to stare at the blank TV screen.
"Alfred look at me." I demanded softly. I walked towards him and sat next to him. I grabbed his cheeks and turned his head in my direction. I pushed his glasses back onto the bridge of nose and he blinked in s
Teacher!England x Student!Shy!Reader - Back RowMore Like This
Everyday, Arthur Kirkland would lead his class like any other teacher. He would examine each student to see if they were paying attention. He would look closely at their faces to see if they were really absorbing the lessons he taught. Most of the children that entered and exited his classroom were plain old students. However, there was one particular student that caught his eye.
That student was you.
Everyday, Arthur saw you take a seat at the same desk in the very back corner of the room. You would hide yourself under your [f/c] hood and stare at him as if he were some kind of God. Most of the children who sat in the back were a nuisance, but he always knew you were paying attention.
Everyday, you hastily scribbled down notes about the civil war, the great depression, or whatever other history lessons he decided to give. Everyday, you turned in your homework as soon as you walked in, not idling in the slightest way. Everyday, you never spoke a word, but your eyes told a story - a sto
England x Reader - You Can Get MeArthur Kirkland sat on the couch, his legs crossed, reading the newspaper. He was enjoying the somewhat peace and quiet that was going on in the house. Alfred was sleeping in the arm chair, quietly snoring and probably dreaming about hamburgers. This gave Arthur some time to himself. However, he felt something was missing.More Like This
As much as Arthur loved keeping to himself once in awhile, he always knew that he couldn’t be happy without his one love; [First Name] [Last Name]. He loved everything about her. The wonderful smile she greeted him with every morning, the beautiful look in her [e/c] eyes, the way her [h/c] locks glimmered in the sun, and who could forget the adorable giggle she had? She was Arthur’s everything, and he enjoyed every moment of his day when it was spent with her.
That particular day, Arthur hadn’t been up early enough to wish [Name] good luck on her way to work. He was afraid that it would upset her as much as it upset himself. He felt as if not seeing
Seven Minutes in Heaven (England)You grimace at the hat, not wanting to put your hand in there. Slowly, you reach in and pull out a...More Like This
A Flying Mint Bunny Plush.
You stare at the thing blankly before dropping it back in. "I don't think I want to play." you say, sounding bored.
"Oh, no," Prussia huffed, "you're going in there if you want to or not. Along with England."
You drag your feet as the Prussian leads you to the closet, glancing at France happily pushing England in before you. "Have fun~!" he sings and you sneer at him as the door slowly closes. You cross your arms and face the man that you loved.
"England." you say sharply, causing him to cringe.
"Hello, l-love." he replies.
You glare at him, hoping that he would catch fire, "Don't use that name with me."
"(Y/n), I-" he reaches a hand out but you slap him away.
"And keep you hands away from me!" you shriek, on the verge of tears, "You cheated on me, England. With some band groupie. Some gentleman you are." You feel your knees weaken
The Ugly Pink Sweater (England X Reader)More Like This
The Ugly Pink Sweater (England X Reader)
A/N: Sooo yeah, this another England x reader one-shot kind of thing... I just can't help myself he's just so fun to write with!! I mean who wouldn't want to write about his emerald green eyes, his brushy eyebrows, his shaggy blond hair... *daydreams*
Eng: Hey!! Are you daydreaming about me again??
Me: *Snaps back to reality* Whaaat!? N-Nooo... *Swats air* I wasn't doing that at aaall...
Eng: *raises an eyebrow while crossing arms* Oh, yeah sure... just get on with this already...
Me: Ooooh, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today... *snickers*
Eng: *blushes* Did not!!
Me: Suuuure... *rolls eyes only to giggle*
Eng: *sighs while shaking head* Bloody Americans...
Me: Yup!! That's me!! *jumps in the air only to cause him to shake his head even more with a small smile*
Aaaanyways, lol XD I hope you'll enjoy this little one-shot reader-insert!! I'll just go annoy England a little bit more *waggles eyebrows* Byes!! *runs off onl
EnglandxReader - I Would Like my Clothes BackMore Like This
Classical music filled the quiet living room, annoying you a great deal. Sure classical music was great and all but, it wasn't alternative rock. In fact any sort of rock would be better. Hey you were even all for metal. But no, of course Arthur had to pick a more 'refined' music taste. You needed music to jam to while washing the dishes not something that'd help you fall asleep!
"What's this?" You shouted, walking to the living room where Arthur was kneeling down in front of the stereo, swaying his head to the music.
"Music," Arthur said getting up.
"We're cleaning, not having some romantic date. We need something to jam to, something to get us moving!" You exclaimed. "You have to have something better than this! Didn't you go through some sort of punk stage?"
"Don't mention that," Arthur growled. "I don't want to hear it. That kind of genre shouldn't be considered as music."
This shocked you a lot, since you were a big time music lover. "Hey! Come on, punk isn't that bad!" Arthur woul
Nerd!Student!England x Independent!Student!ReaderMore Like This
You were walking down the halls of (School Name) with two of your best friends, Alfred and Liz. In your school you were on good ground with other people. Well, except with Gilbert, Francis, and Antonio. Otherwise known as the Bad Touch Trio. You thought the were womanizers who were known for having a bad reputation. While discussing (Insert topic here) the bell rang, you waved to your friends a quick goodbye and left for (Class Name).
While opening the door you saw your crush, Arthur Kirkland sitting by your desk. You and him were assigned as partners the first day of school. After getting to know him a little you took a liking to him, and his cute Tsundere personality. Though around him sometimes you were a mess. You took your chair next to him.
"Hi Artie." You said happily.
"Oh hello (Name)." He was busy working on the assignment your teacher gave on the board. Smirking to yourself you started to poke his cheek. He was becoming annoyed, though you wouldn't stop until he looked at you
EnglandXFem!Reader - 7 Minutes in Heaven or HellMore Like This
"And so, _____-chan will go in the closet with…"
Prussia took the piece of paper from your hands.
Mr. Gentleman was leaning on a white wall. When he heard his name he opened his eyes and looked in Prussia's direction, realizing that you were looking at him.
So he slowly walked in your direction, holding out a hand to you.
"Oh love, I'm really honored to spend seven minutes with you."
You took his hand and stood up.
"I'm too, England."
So, with that you both walked in and were locked in the closet.
"So, love, how are you today?"
Now that he couldn't see your face you exploded in all shades of red.
"I'm ok, and how are you?"
"Better than yesterday. But I hope the tomorrow would get just better."
You nod. Sometimes he could be so philosophic. You were searching for the secret meaning of that, when… Arthur, as he read your mind, told you:
"Do you know what does it mean?"
You drop your head, feeling a little ashamed. He chuckled, maybe notic
Hetalia 7 Minutes of Heaven (Russia)More Like This
You felt around until you finally pulled out an item.In your hand you held a sunflower broach. It was the same broach that you had given Russia when you two were children. "He still kept it." You whispered as a small smile appeared on your face.
"What'd you say dude!?" America asked, bringing you back to reality. "O-oh nothing." You said realizing that you had been thinking out loud. "Well show me the item that you picked bro!"
"Here you go." You handed him the broach, already knowing that you were going to be paired with Russia. "O-oh...you got him." America said, sounding worried. "Whats wrong?" You asked.
"Well you got Russia..." He whispered to you. "So?" "Bro he's freaking creepy." "No he isn't, I don't see why you guys are afraid of him." "Its your funeral." America shrugged. "Well, who had the sunflower broach dudes?" He was still quiet.
"That would be me,da." You heard a child-like voice say. The rest of the nations must have heard it too, for everyone was silent now. Russia st
Hetalia 7 Minutes of Heaven (Italy)More Like This
You felt around until you finally pulled out an item and showed it to America. "Okay bros! Who put pasta in the hat!?" He asked everyone. The answer was obvious, it was Italy of course, you mean who else would put pasta into a hat?
"Ve~! That was me!" Italy said as he got up. Your heart was pounding, you had to go in the closet with your crush Italy. He was so cute and you had liked him for so you. you didn't know if you could do it. Plus if your in the closet you know that you're going to have to do something.
You flushed a deep red when Italy grabbed your hand and brung you into the closet. America closed the door, making sure to lock so that you wouldn't leave. It was cramped and dark inside the closet, making it hard to see or move. "Even if we were to do anything how would we? This closet is so cramped and dark, its impossible." You thought to youself.
"Bella, we're supposed to do something in here, but what are we supossed to do? I've never played this game so I don't know the ru
Country x Reader - Secret Admirer - ItalyMore Like This
'C'mon! Answer already, please!'
"Feliciano! Thank go- ...Ehhh?" Before you could speak further, you seem to notice that he just was wearing a white shirt that obviously didn't fit him at all. Also, you weren't sure if he was wearing anything underneath that. "I'm not...interrupting anything, am I?" you ask so tensely that you had to refrain yourself from blushing.
"Ehhhh? Oh! Excuse my messy appearance, bella! I was…uh- ju-just taking a siesta, you know, as usual. You know me,” your Italian friend joke around, scrambling the rest of his words out of his mouth. “So, any reason why you have visit me on this day?”
“Well, actually, there are many reasons. First, I think you can…well, let’s say try and help me decipher this letter I’ve gotten recently and second…actually there is no other reason other than that.” You handed him the folded sheet of paper that contain words of admiration
Fem!America x Fem!English!ReaderFem!America x Fem!English!Reader Cultural Differences And More Antics.More Like This
(Yes. This time it's English reader-chan. Not british! (British isn't even a real nationality. That's like calling someone from Scotland "English". They're Scottish. That's that. I'm English. I have no Welsh, Irish or Scottish in me. So, I'm English. And, I'm bloody proud!)) Why not? I'm English and it would be pretty interesting to see how she would be around a sexy English girl. They could get up to all sorts and talk about cultural differences. There may be some lemon. But, I'm not putting a filter on it. So, if you don't like it. Simply don't read it. It's as simple as that. Don't fuck around.))
Questions about English words and phrases.
You and Emily are in your shared apartment. You're currently sitting in the living room. She's asking you questions about words and phrases in England. "What does "snog" mean
2p!America x reader: Valentine's dayMore Like This
Valentine’s Day. This holiday seemed like any ordinary day to you. You usually spent valentine’s day alone, eating ice cream and watching bad romance movies.
“Open up dollface!” Al banged on your front door until you sighed and unlocked it. Al walked in and noticed you in pajamas with a spoonful of ice cream in your mouth.
“Get dressed in something cute, we’re going out” Al ordered as he plucked the container from your hands.
“No! I’m not going anywhere!” you objected until he roughly grabbed you and carried you to your room before tossing you onto the bed and shutting the door.
“You’re going to be my valentine whether you like it or not!” Al laughed
You rolled your eyes and dressed in simple jeans and a red shirt.
“were are we going?” you asked him as he smirked
“To Oliver’s Valentine’s day party, I didn’t want to go alone” he answered as you sighed as you followed h
2p! America X Dark! Obsessive! ReaderMore Like This
Warnings: Language and some gore (what can I say? You're literally crazy for 2p America). No likey, don't read, simple as that.
You watched Al Jones saunter through the hallways, his trademark sexy smirk planted right on his face as usual. You secretly watched from your locker as he dragged his famous baseball bat along with him. His stern half-brother, James Williams, trailed behind him with all his Canadianess.
You were known to be the shyest, quietest girl at this school, never bothering to make friends to higher your social status. You didn't care, all you wanted was the baddest boy there: Allen Jones.
You loved every single strand of his chocolate, messy hair to his calloused skin on his rough hands to his tan face with bright crimson eyes. You loved him and his flaws; you loved his killing nature, his pugnacious behavior and just everything about him made you crazy.
Not the crazy that made it a casual crush but the one that made you <em>
2P!AmericaXNurse!ReaderMore Like This
As if this job wasn't hard enough. As if you had time to kill. Everyone else on this night shift seemed to sit around while you did all the real work. Now this happened.
"What do you mean I have a new admit! I already have the max of five!" you cried to the charge nurse for that night. Sometimes you wondered if your boss was personally out to get you.
The hospital hallway was brightly lit, totally white and very clean. It smelled of sanitizing solution and the looming smell of death and disease. You have gotten used to this though, being a nurse, and a trauma nurse at that.
You tried not to crack under stress but you quickly shuffled to one of the new admit's rooms without so much as a glance at the paper files, you could figure it out once you got there.
You pushed through a curtain and froze at the sight of the person in the room. It was your best friend,
and crush, Allen Jones. He stared at
2P America x Reader: No One Touches My Girl (RQ)More Like This
“Home late again I see.” You said hearing the front door open and close knowing it was your boyfriend, Al, getting back from a day with his friends. You stood in front of the sink washing some dishes from making dinner.
“Up late again I see?” You hear his voice as you felt his arms wrap around your midsection as he rested his chin on your shoulder. You smiled turning your head towards him.
“I was waiting for you to get home. I made dinner.” You felt him look over seeing his favorite meal on the stove top in a plastic bowl waiting for him. You heard him sigh as you turned your head to him again. “What’s wrong?”
“This is the third night this week you made dinner and I missed it because I was out with those dumb asses.”
It was try you missed Al when he was out causing trouble with his friends but you didn’t want to stand in the way either. “It’s fine, Al. I just…”
“It’s not fine, _
Apollo!America X Musician!ReaderI stared in admiration at what was once the Temple of Delphi.More Like This
To think that over a thousand years ago people from all over the ancient world came here to pray to the god Apollo and ask for answers from the oracle. I fixed my braided hair, adjusted my kaki messenger bag, and started up the steps, feeling the warm rays of the early-morning sun on my back. It was a beautiful summer morning, the sun was shining and there was not a cloud in the sky. It made me feel like I was being watched over by Apollo himself. Unbeknownst to me, I really was.
Apollo watched as the (h/c) haired woman strolled through his temple at Delphi. His golden hair with its ever present cowlick shining in the light of the sun and his sapphire eyes were transfixed on this maiden, as he watched her on the clouds of Mt. Olympus. She was beautiful! Her (e/c) eyes rivaled the stars and her face was carved by Aphrodite’s
Nice Guys America x Reader~'Nice guys finish lastMore Like This
that's, why I'll treat you like trash
It's not what I really want to do but
You only date bad guys so, I'll give it my best try
to treat you the way you want me to'~
You were so excited for your with your long time crush, Alfred. He was always so sweet and happy all the time. You loved it! It would be good for you to get back into the dating game. It was a month after breaking up with that egotistic Prussian! He was considered a 'player' or a 'bad boy'.
You wore your (f/c) top with your (f/c) skirt and black heels. You curled your (h/l) (h/c) and put in your lucky hair clip.
Once you were ready to go, it was about time for Alfred to pick you up. He arrived about 30 minutes later and irritatingly knocked on your apartment door. You answered it with a smile but it faded in shock when you saw what he was wearing. His dress shirt was half open with a shiny gold chain attached. His ripped blue jeans falling off his waist and his nike sneakers covered in dirt.
Ohne Dich - Germany! Chapter 16More Like This
Chapter 16: Time To Get Serious!
It did not take more than two months since Ludwig had asked me to go with him to Germany... And told him he was Germany. I still had a bit of trouble adjusting to the thought of him being someone that important. To me he was just my Ludwig and not the representative of this huge country!
Carly had not hesitated to go either, she wanted to go with Gilbert more than anything and I am glad she did because I wasn’t sure I could have left without her. She needed me and I needed her. But now she needed Gilbert too!
It brought me some peace in mind really, it meant I didn’t have to keep an eye on her every single hour of the day, but on the other hand she and Gilbert were like a raging hurricane that went through the house. It was always a mess wherever they had been!
Ludwig had also promised to train me in self defence and fighting with firearms in case he’d be gone and I had to be prepared for the worst. I didn’t want to feel helpless
More Than A Nip [Jack Frost x Reader]Ice skating.More Like This
Whoever had invented the idea in terms of it being a "fun way to pass the time" was a complete and utter idiot.
Stumbling around on the surface of a frozen lake on too-tight for comfort ice skates that squeezed and pinched your feet in the most uncomfortable way as you waddled around like a penguin was not your idea of fun. It was the complete opposite. It was horrendous, absolutely exhausting, humiliating, and just completely and utterly a waste of your valuable time.
Then again, being that you had moved out to the middle of nowhere right when winter had decided to kick in, it wasn't like you had anything better to do.
You sighed as you plopped down on the lake's edge, which was covered with a thick blanket of snow, and stretched out your aching feet with a groan. Your name was (first name) (last name), and your father had decided out of the blue to move your family out into the old farmhouse his best friend had grown up in many years ago, just for a more…rustic ap
RussiaxMale!Reader- Comfort and Pain"What are you, afraid?"More Like This
"You're just a chicken!"
"No, I'm not scared! I swear!"
"Oh yeah? Prove it!"
You gulped, looking down off of the rooftop down to the street below. It was such a long fall… And then you looked across to the other side of the street. Eliza was sitting on her rooftop patio, reading a book and bathing in the bright sunlight.
You had to do this.
"I said I wasn't afraid…" you stepped back, sighed and started to run across the slippery surface of the roof, "And I meant it." You jumped, soaring through the air and grinning like an idiot. You were going to make it… You were going to reach Eliza's roof. Finally… Finally! You were going to be accepted. You wouldn't be that weird, outcast, antisocial nerd anymore. And then you were falling, hands flailing about for something to grasp onto but there was nothing. You shut your eyes, expecting the worst. When you hit the ground, the air rushed out of your lungs and you couldn't breathe and your leg felt like it was
Japan x Reader - The Crane Wife A young man was walking down a road to his house, carrying a stack of wood in his arms. Today was a good day to gather wood, considering that the snow was layered on the ground rather than on the trees, making his life easier. It was winter, and he lived in a forest, so wood is his only source for coal. He was walking by a pond, until he was stopped by the wails of a bird, a crane to be exact. It was caught in a bit of string, somebody left to snare a duck. 'By morning the crane would beat itself to death... meaning nothing to the duck hunter..' he thought, before putting down his stuff and getting out his knife.More Like This
He approached the wailing crane, saying soothing words to calm it down. Of course, the crane didn't and slapped the poor man a few times hard on the face. He retreated, and got out his short saw. With a few strokes of the saw, it had cut through and the snare looped. The crane then swam away, leaving the young man there, alone, trying to get his supposedly hat wh
Torn Apart (China x sister!reader x Japan)More Like This
Your name is (f/n) Wang your the country of (c/n) Your China's younger sister. At a young age both of you were separated when you were taken by your other brother Japan, and now is the day you'll see him again. And you had to admit you were pretty nervous since that was centuries ago. Now your an adult you have curves all in the right places and your hair is longer it now reaches down to your waist. If you've changed this much has he?
Fixing your white belly shirt and caprice you continue to walk by hand in hand with an overprotective Japan to the meeting area it was surprising he held your hand since he has this rule of no physical contact; You were quite excited and nervous since this was your first time going out somewhere in a long time since your brother wouldn't let you go out for an unknown reason. So that was a pretty good reason to feel that way
You enter the meeting area and had many eyes on your form
"Germany-San, this i
Russia x Reader - Let Me Hold Them!:iconcommentplz::iconcommentplz::iconcommentplz:More Like This
I stared at the boy I had a crush on as he walked to his locker silently. His platinum hair bounced with every footstep he made, his childish smile was always calming, only if you were a close friend of his, but if you were an enemy, you'd be best to run for the hills.
I watched as he slowly put his books away with such ease, soon getting different textbooks for his other classes. I snapped back into life when one of my classmates blocked my view.
"What do we need for our next classes?" I asked him with my normal unimpressed voice and expression.
"Kesesesesesesese!" The albino laughed loudly,
"Who were you staring at mein freund?" he teasingly asked while nudging my left arm with his elbow as well as him wiggling his eyebrows.
"N-No one... why do you ask?" I quietly responded while putting my books I believed I would need in my [Right/Left] arm.
"Mhm, ja, sure." He annoyingly answered, "I bet it's me! The awesome Gilbert!" responding wit
England x Reader: A Child (Contest Entry)The late morning sun glistened on the Colorado snow through the tall pine trees of the forest. Far from the high treetops was a small wooden cabin. The wooden cabin held one couple by the names of Mr. Arthur Kirkland and Mrs. (Name) Kirkland.More Like This
Married together for two years, the couple had yearned for one thing since three months into the marriage. They wanted a child. Arthur had many younger brothers, along with his share of older ones, and (Name) only had an older (brother/sister). They wanted their own child to be just like them, kind, polite, and quiet.
It was winter and getting home was more than a hassle for Arthur with the deep snow and far away his job. He, however, didn’t mind. He and (Name) enjoyed the quiet of the mountain and it helped him relax more from his job in a cubical.
Walking into the cabin, the blonde haired Arthur smiled at the site of his (hair color type i.e. Brunette) wife. (Name) lay asleep on the brown couch in their den, her (hair length) hair idly res